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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 5, Issue 7 (December 1, 1930)

The Dizzy Bee

The Dizzy Bee.

Man is like the dizzy bee who bursts his B flats listening to his own buzzing. As witness the apiarian apothegms of Alice in Thunderland:—

How doth the dizzy world gyrate,
Continuously whirring,
While Man adheres uncertainly,
His doubtful boons conferring,
By dashing wildly whence and hence,
Creating din in consequence.
How doth the work of man intrude,
With grinding gears gyrating,
Disturbing all the harmony,
Of Nature's mild creating,
And raising—well—all sorts of din,

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“The King of Transport.”

“The King of Transport.”

With things composed of toots and tin.
How doth the human brain recoil,
And stagger in its pan,
Beneath the titillacious tide,
Which mars the works of Man.
The hooters and the scooters,
All the clatter and the crash,
Of the multitude of marvels,
Manufactured out of cash.
All the jumble and the rumble,
Of the things that puff and pant,
All the shoals of shrilling shriekers,
Restless wreckers on the rant.
Oh, the mind of man is maddened,
Ground to gravy in his skull,
'Till he'd give the whole concoction,
For a momentary lull.
But he's cornered, caught and captured,
By his cleverness I ween,
And he's naught, to put it frankly,
But a modern Frankenstein.

If the world is a stage. Man built the uproar house.